The war I waged

I chased her to the brink,
then atop the blurry line
that separates crooked suits from
straight jackets,
I took another drink.
And plunged into another world
where hearts palpitate
and pupils dilate.
Where floors are marked
from bloody nails,
as another sorry soul
is dragged into it's
fate.
In this room I sit,
in an intoxicated state
and paint the walls with hate.
In this room I sit
and out of self destruction,
I create,
pictures on a bloody canvas,
poems on a teary page.
All at the cost of madness,
the saddest part,
I lost a war,
I waged.